The other day, my close friend asked me a question that I don’t think I ever asked out loud, but have pretty much answered with my actions.
As Christians, we’re called to make disciples (Matt. 28:19) and to love both God and others (Matt. 12:30-31).
But, are we called to be outgoing?
Are we supposed to wear a Lee Press On smile as we sign up for each and every pancake breakfast, small group soiree and volunteer beg & plea? Should we feel bad if our palms sweat when we think about meeting newbies or feel guilty if we’d rather skip the small talk with a crowd and opt to chew on the nitty gritty one-on-one?
I’ve plunged head-first into the buffet of extroversion just to satisfy the gnaw at my gut that if I didn’t do this or that, go here or there or talk to he or she, I would be considered unchristian-like, stuck-up or apathetic.
I battle between , “I need more ME time!” and “THEY need more ME time!”
I dibble dabble in being both an innie and an outie and when I’m in a healthy place spiritually, physically, emotionally and mentally, I can Sham-WOW in either. But, when I’m not, I get caught up in the muck of my insecurities, selfishness and pride. I seek out other people’s approval, begrudge sacrifice and try to get God to like me more. Heck, sometimes I just dig the way the Holy Holly Helper spotlight makes my face shine.
Jesus understood the healthy balance of both.
Jesus loved fiercely, calmed crazy storms, spoke to massive crowds and knocked over a table or three. But, He also only had a handful of close friends, walked away from the crowds and the hype and had a deep understanding of the importance of solace.
The result of our relationship with Christ should be a life overflowing with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control (Mark 12:30-31) and although we may not always get it right (and I’m the Queen of Not Getting it Right), how those elements are portrayed when they are actively being lived out, depend on the beautifully unique nature of the person.
So, for all those innies out there…
Rest easy, you don’t have to go to the next potluck and jibber jabber with Sister Whozit to make Jesus love you more. I mean, it may make Sister Whozit love you more, but that’s really your call. A person can only take so much green bean casserole.
What about you? Do you have thought about being an innie or an outie?